My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 1090

While Valerie packed up their things for the move back to Hesperia, Peter was driving with Celeste and their little girls toward Willowcombe.

He was taking her to see how the renovations on the house-where they'd soon be living-were coming along.

Celeste was in the back seat with the girls, tending to them, though her mind kept drifting back to memories.

Less than a year ago, she'd imagined a very different future. When she found out she was pregnant, things between her and Peter weren't exactly great.

She figured her life wouldn't be easy again-but she also knew she was strong, and that she'd raise her daughters no matter what.

Now, looking at where she was, she couldn't help but feel... strange.

The Peter beside her wasn't at all like the man she'd once fallen in love with. But she was thankful that this man the one here now-was choosing to walk beside her.

He tried every day to win her over again. Everything he did was to make her happy. She was practically living with a man who didn't remember much about his past at least not half of it.

"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked, noticing his future wife staring off into the distance.

"Oh... nothing. Well, everything, actually. Peter... Can I ask you something?" "Of course. Go ahead."

"Are you really sure... that you want to spend your whole life with me?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Peter was taken aback by the question. He pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car, walked to her door, opened it, and offered his hand to help her out.

"Why that question all of a sudden?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes.

back to my old house in Willowcombe brought back a lot

probably going through your mind. You're thinking I'm still the same man you met back then. But I'm not.

be much. My memories, as you know, are scattered... but I like what I do remember. I like that we're building new memories. I like

times when I've asked myself the same question you just did. But not because I doubt what I feel for you-never

you. And yeah, I know it sounds crazy, because we barely know each other—at least not in the conventional way. But

talks, when you tell me about your dreams... about what you want for our

me. But

I love you. I love every part of you. I love every moment you've given me. I love the life you've allowed me to have. I love that you

I'm not perfect, but every single day,

a long time. But I don't feel that loneliness anymore-not when I wake up and you're sleeping next to me, in my

in and kissing the man

nothing-no one-more important to me than you and our kids. Well... and now the grandkids, too. And

love you too. Nothing makes me happier than being with you. I love

I know we're

the car. They both looked over at Martina and Flora, who were

the wheel again and drove on. About an hour later, they pulled up to Celeste's old house the main façade still looked just like she remembered. The

for greenery, so he'd

detail alone hit her right in the

your humble abode, mademoiselle," Peter said with a

This is amazing! How did you do

time and a really

of designers,"